I finally decide to penetrate through some woods, in order to better figure out the area surrounding the lake of the mysterious aqua-Man, Conrad-G. I am tracing every path and investigating every strange plant, in order to understand the morphology and character of each environmental region and establish site patterns that could perhaps give some answers on the means of connectivity of each apparently separated plane and each isolated Forest.

Everything seems dispersed for no reason. In the past, Forests were separate entities, however serving a purpose; to host isolated Family Rulings. The boundaries of each Forest was the perimeter of some mini-empire.

“Your eyes are not enough to realize true danger”…

It is indeed strange that I have not encounted any kind of jeopardy yet…

The Snow Leopard is in extinction. Each day of global immobility towards its evolution is a trackback towards its survival. Imagine the degrees of emotion that undergo through its veins, as there is no place for it to step on. I haven’t imagined, I have known. Not because I claim to be a snow leopard… But because other kinds of things take place… The type of things associated with psychological turmoils and awareness of one’s emotional ups and downs. Especially when those are controlled and tuned by external interventions. One cannot feel by being alone… So cheers to the expression of feelings and the entrapping of emotions into visual frames. It momentarily helps for purposes of fragmented extraction, but it never frees the caging sense of the sensation itself… Similarly to factual awareness.. So now we all know that the Snow Leopard is in extinction, and we have all sent some virtual affection and love. Consequently, I have become more artistically skilled and you have seen moods of my and perhaps Its emotional pitches. Very likely Yours, as well. As Someone quite often says, “round and round we go”….

You are what the time shows, and announcing it, creates a form of adaptability between what you dream of yourself being, and what the reality truly is. Adaptability of training performances for instance… it is completely different to the adaptability of the official stats of momentary performances. Therefore, one questions between the reality of daily proof and the reality of official status. In the end, glory is based on means of recording one’s performance, regardless of how official or unofficial it has been. Perspective is the key to recognition, and perspective is the analogy of advertising. Advertising adapts our brains to certain images – it is a form of brainwashing. “Facebook” for instance… it becomes the brainwashing means of popularity and diluted images of one’s worth. The true essence of one’s being, yet only remains 100% pure on face-to-face encounter. No matter how complex means of communication become, the purity of knowledge will always remain the same through eternity: By using all five senses.

There is even an adaptability to doing nothing. Adaptability to the constant stimulus of a television that thinks for one’s own sake; stealing away imagination and capturing moments of one’s essential and sincere reality.

Adaptability, again takes place in the creative process. It is a flow of thoughts where one links with the other and the overall effect is one of continuous concentrated inspiration that starts from a moment of multiple points of inspiration, travels nothing but linearly, and never ends. This is perhaps why a number of artists are usually messed up in the head. There is no linearity in their existence.

The most unfortunate reality of adaptability is that it occurs hand in hand with the suffering during the experience of the alteration. It’s evident in strong bodies, which have endured the change of force causing their physiques to have adapted to a higher bar of external stimuli. The receiving process is one of pain, and the reward is the adaptability to a higher existence. This is the same with psychology. Although psychological adaptability is much more complex – it requires unseen forces and a complexity of support, varying from individual to individual and from circumstance to circumstance. For this alone, words are gibberish. And so are superficial impressions.

“We aren’t linked with an under-sea optical cable right now for no reason. Everything you are feeling echoes here. I can see the frustration and fear. Of that blurry tomorrow [….] You need to ask yourself: ‘How do I inspire people to open their minds to the complexity of my own, so they can realize its simplicity?’ Do you understand, Stef?”

Do we all understand, or is it a long lasting complexity of comprehension?

There is much to be said – and done. There is a graphic novel approaching… for that matter..